All The Questions


Restorative Rituals for
Mental Health

Meaningful Self Care
for Moms


Sometimes when the loudness around us
has settled into a quiet lull,
let’s ask each other all the questions
that pulse deep within.

Like what stories visit you in your dreams,
and what do you fear in the 4 am hour,
when you are alone and still and
the light of the moon falls across the sheets?

Like who would you be
if self doubt and worry didn’t freeze
the edges of your heart, and if you could only
let the judgment of the crowds fade into nothing?

Like what songs would you sing while walking
in the rain, head tilted towards the sky
and arms wide open
to catch every cloud falling into you?

Like what makes your heart ache
and your tears fall and your soul soar,
and what do you hope for with the
fearless spirit of the child you once were?

Like how do you live the paradoxes
of golden sunrises and city lights,
towering mountains and quiet streams,
that connect you to all that is greater than us?

Let’s ask each other all the questions,
simply to sit with them together.
And so we never have to wonder
where we were all this time.

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